The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-08-27
A TRAGEDY.
zenas Dane, m De,rOi, Free Press.

Zenas Dane, m Detroit Free Press.
 These lovers quarrels are sad, sad affairs, resulting, as they so often do, in the separation of young hearts and making withered leaves out of all the fond hopes and golden dreams and high aspirations of young lives. A distressing case was made public re- gently in Newark, the narrowing de- tails being given in the words of the estranged ones, who sat in the Newark opera house eating caramels and saying cruel things to each other during the play. She began it.
 "You dia. too," she said, with a great sob. It wouldn't have been any kind of lovers quarrel without nu- merous great sobs" brought into it, "Now, Bessie" moaned the agonixed ninety pounds of lover and high col- lar.
 "You needn't deny it." said Bessie coldly.
 Bessie, Rerer in all -"
 "You did. Name Blank told me that she sac you"
 Saw me what?"
 "Saw you flirting with that hor- ridly horrid Hattie Marsh"
 Hattie Marsh? Bdh. Now, Bessie, you know perfectly we'll that don't care snap of my finger for Hattie Marsh"
 No: it looks as if you didn't-fiirt- ham hA your path
 Now, Bessie, you know just as we'll as -"
 "Oh, yes, know all about it, Mir Lonnie Marshall"
 Now, Bessie, don't talk that way" Il ,cW, too"
 Bessie"
 Il don't care, Lon; it isn't right, and I'm not going to play second fld- dlr to dRybody"
 "Nobody wants you to, dearie." No. It looks as if they didn't. | niust|say."
 'Well. now, Bessie. what if got mad and said cruel things because you tlirted little with Bennie Dean or
 -
 Den Dean! wouldn't wipe my feet on Ben Dean.'
 "Yon used to like him." Lon Marshall. I'll never speak to you again as long as live and breathe if you ever mention that horrid affair again. hdte Ben Dean"
 Il know it, darling, and detest Hattie Marsh"
 "Yes, you d0."
 "Tndeed, do.'
 "Yes, over your left shoulder" "Now, Ressie.'
 'If you want your ring back again, Lon Marshall, all you've got to do is to sag SO"
 70, Bessie l"
 q mean just exactly what say, sir; every word of it."
 "Bessie, Bessie '"
 'I can manage to live without you, Lon Marshall! And if you think Pm one of the Rough on Rats kind of girls you're badly left"
 "Now, Bessie, you know l never-'' "If you were a gentleman, sir" Bessie, this Is loo much."
 of you don't like it you can lump it, sir Pll let you know that you can't twist me around your finger. Do you want your ring?"
 "You know I don't, Bessie"
 "Well you could have 1t mighty quick if you 7H."
 At last the worm turns, and says acridly "Very well. Miss Whitford, just as you please about it."
 Why, Lon.
 Il have done all that ye,fiemdn could do to-"
 "Now, Lon, was only joking" "It is no joking matter, where onc's d1ecfi0as are concerned. Pvc trtcd 10 be gentleman of my word with you, but"
 70 Lon, hush"
 "No, Bessie, we had better under stand each other right here. If we quarrel so now, what would it be when"
 "Oh, Lonnie, was only -"
 "You were wounding me cruelty, Bessie, and I--"
 70 LonDiew
 "If you really desire everything to come to an end between us, hope am too much of genfiem0n to----" The curtain dropped at this june ture while those who saw this fright ful scene were waiting with bated breath for the final word that would separate Lonnie and Bessie forever.
 MARION, Cole Co.,, Mo,
 Dec. 30, 1886. .I IG MeI.reX-DEA SIR. MerreIi,a